telephone Ran out and caught a midnight flight Thought a little love would make everything all right The landlord said, "You moved away" And left me all your bills
diable est fort, le diable est hors de portee Donne-moi la force de mon esprit la vengeance oter, Sauter la rancune afin d'avancer a grands pas Mourir
the world go round The same way the money makes These girls go down Blatantly killing dem No more paying man hundred pounds Straight ten grand minimum My car, my house my bills
they make you sick And if callin' names kicks back on you Then I hope this does the trick Cause I'm a sick of your complainin' About how many bills
taking care of your kids, y'all out there doing it big Like you got something to prove I know you think your the man, you got a lil fifty grand And think
up Back up and give me space, cause I can't concentrate If I ain't blowing sticky, or sipping some skee taste Chasing that dollar bill, in this life
H-Town be the AIDS, Z-Ro done got full blown Then I stood up in the ring, and a nigga done bit the dust but the bill got pulled on And I'll super-soak
H-Town be the aids, Z-Ro done got full blown Then I stood up in the ring And a nigga done bit the dust, but the bill got pulled on And I'll super-soak
say give me some mo [verse 1] Uhu 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house To give cat a fix, grand barry six I gave
m nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill
the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) [T.I.] (hey! Grand hustle
fois Qui deja me laissait sans voix ! Un jour tres fier innocemment J'lui presente un copain plus grand A peine eclose et deja femme Elle m'offrit mon premier grand
recre Le mercredi je m'balade Une paille dans ma limonade Je vais embeter les quilles a la vanille Et les gars en chocolat J'ai dix ans Je vis dans des spheres ou les grands